Super Small Farmer

"Yang Tao?!"

The three men in black robes all put on a posture. They were slightly shocked in their hearts, this is the top of Duanyun Mountain, how did the other party get here?

You know, under the mountain, they have arranged a lot of tricks. Unexpectedly, Juran still let the other party come up so easily.

This makes them feel dull.

"Why? Don't you plan to let him go?"

The man in the Confucian robe had a smile on his mouth, and when he spoke, there was a sense of indifference in his tone, which was extremely arrogant and domineering.

It seems that his words are golden rules and must be implemented.

"Let him go? Huh, Yang Tao, you are too confident. Do you think that you alone are enough to change all this? It's ridiculous that you are in a deep prison without knowing it."

One of the black-robed men spoke with sarcasm, and a pitch-black long sword appeared in his hand, and the three of them were full of fighting spirit.

"Oh? It seems that you want me to be rough."

Swish!

As the words fell, a stream of sword energy was released from the man in the Confucian robe, turning into a gust of wind of sword energy, and swept towards the three people in front of him.

bang bang bang!

The three of them took a few steps back in an instant, and blood appeared on the corners of their mouths. With just one move, they couldn't stop it.

The Yang Tao in front of him was a little too strong.

"Papa papa."

The man in the red robe stretched out his hands and continued to applaud:

"Young Master Sword Crazy, you really are Young Master Sword Crazy, the people on the Immortal Seed List have different methods."

"What? He's not Yang Tao!"

Those three people, now reacting, looked at the Confucian robed figure in the middle with horror on their faces.

"He turned out to be the swordsman, but why did he appear here. Isn't he still in the Western Regions, fighting with the people in heaven?"

The masters on the Immortal Seed List unexpectedly appeared in front of them without a sound. This matter is too important.

"Let people go?"

Young Master Swordsman opened his mouth lightly, still using these two words, but in the words, the violent message made all three of them tremble.

"Hehe, Mr. Sword Maniac, you must know that the Immortal Seed List does not necessarily belong to you alone. Moreover, you should know that if it was your true self who came here, then I would still be a little afraid. But it is just your sword aura clone. , do you think I will be worried?"

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the three became gloomy again.

The other party was not the deity, but just a clone of sword energy, and even with one move, he and the others couldn't stand it.

Then if the other party's deity came, wouldn't it be able to kill the three of them with one move?

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but shudder.

"I originally planned to use this place to deal with Yang Tao. But if I can capture a ray of your soul power and use it as a sacrifice, I think the effect should be even higher."

The man in the red robe spoke lightly, his tone full of confidence.

"Then try it."

Mr. Sword Crazy didn't speak anymore. In the next instant, he disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of the man in red robe. With a wave of his hand, the long sword that was originally behind his back suddenly appeared and shot straight at the person in front of him. .

"Hmph, good time."

The man in red also waved, and a pitch-black long sword appeared, stabbing in front of him as well.

Ding!

Two long swords collided with each other. There was a crisp low hum, but this situation did not last long, and was broken in an instant.

Click!

In an instant, a blue light suddenly flashed from the long sword of Master Swordsman. After the blue light shone, the pitch-black long sword shattered inch by inch.

The red-robed man's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already on the other side.

Teleport.

The man in the red robe has also mastered the ability of teleportation, and his cultivation is only in the late stage of leaving his body.

"Blue sword?!"

His own black sword is very extraordinary. What Young Master Swordsman holds is just a projection clone, which can directly shatter his own long sword.

Coupled with the flash of blue light just now, it was not difficult for the man in red to guess that the long sword was the blue sword among the purple and blue swords.

"You are very good, you can report your name."

Master Jiankuang is indeed extremely arrogant, until now, he has recognized the other party and allowed the other party to speak his name.

If the opponent didn't catch the sword just now, it is obvious that in front of him, even mentioning his name is not worthy.

"hehe."

The man in the red robe smiled slightly, but didn't say much. Behind him, tacit understanding rolled, pitch black as ink.

A giant sword appeared in his hand again.

swish.

The man in the red robe stepped forward again, holding the long sword that had just appeared, and bombarded Young Master Swordsman.

"You guys do it."

At the same time, he opened his mouth and asked the three people on the ground to do it.

In an instant, five people reappeared from one side, exactly eight people, leading eight Jianzong disciples, heading towards the eight pillars.

Roar!

The roar of the gods and demons became even more terrifying. Distortions appeared in the entire sky. The original blue sky has long since disappeared.

The pitch-black magic cloud disappeared instantly the moment it appeared.

This Duanyun Mountain is incomparably miraculous, no matter what kind of cloud it is, it will automatically dissipate when it comes here. Even the cloud of spells cannot be condensed without dispersing.

Ding ding ding.

But this time, the long sword didn't break, but continued to intersect with the green sword in the hands of Master Swordsman, causing small cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

"Huh? It seems that the magic sword phantom in your hand is also very extraordinary."

To be able to compete against his own green sword phantom, he didn't need to think too much about it, this black sword must be extraordinary. The other party is obviously also a master on the Immortal Seed Ranking, but Mr. Sword Maniac really didn't guess the other party's identity for a while.

"ah!"

A painful exclamation made Master Sword Maniac's thoughts pause.

Eight people, already holding eight Jianzong disciples, came to the top of the eight pillars.

On the eight pillars, eight huge phantoms of gods and demons suddenly emerged.

They greedily looked at the eight Sword Sect disciples, and bursts of blood-red aura appeared in their originally empty eyes.

"sword."

After seeing this situation, Mr. Mad Swordsman waved his hand casually, and the long sword immediately turned completely blue. The blue sword shook, leaving Mr. Mad Swordsman's hands, and bombarded away towards the eight phantoms of gods and demons on the eight pillars.

"Hmph, ridiculous."

The red-robed man smiled coldly, and the magic sword in his hand also left his palm. What was even more frightening was that the magic sword disappeared from the red-robed man in an instant. Towards the bottom, suddenly slashed.

Boom!

And at this moment, a group of dark clouds suddenly appeared in the dark sky of Yunben. Accompanied by bursts of thunder, it suddenly descended...